The rain fell so hard that it reverberated off the windows like hail, disrupting all in attendance outside what could best be described an occult ritual. Officer Carson Mccree squinted at the dark hovel ahead irritated, fidgeting at the dials on the sound amplifier that he was using to attempt to hear what was amidst inside. Stone faced like a gargoyle Carson stood there wind ripping at his gun belt and tore at the sat elite dish he held outstretched, but he was not to be deterred, tonight there would be no mistake he thought, tonight these freaks would pay....
It had been 6 weeks since this group had started meeting. And coinciding with their meetings there had been 6 missing appearances, and 6 times mysterious noises had been reported emanating from the dilapidated church rectory where the deceased Father Liandro had once lived, and where he was banished after rumors of inappropriate homilies and inconsistent behavior reached the bishop. The bishop whom later stepped down after a procession of fellow brothers came to care for heir old friend with a bible, the Eucharist, and the Roman Ritual only to be met by the horrific site of their beloved brethren running down the hill at them. He was engulfed in flames and smiling and singing all the while, with the flesh from his face melting, bubbling up, and slipping off in chunks as he ran by them as his skull crackled open and marrow poured out. None of the brethren could withhold their gastric contents and much to the former bishops embarrassment none could enter their lost counterparts horrific little home. That home which used to be house of praise, a home of many feasts had changed, it appeared misshapen and dark as if someone had squeezed the last drop of sunlight from it and thrown the rhine of it back to the Earth....
Lightning flashed with a clap so hard that it shook many of the officers, piercing them to their spirit, a young rookie began to sob with terror at that moment when all at once everyone stopped. A piercing scream overwhelmed the torrential downpour, and was joined by many of the officers around, it sent tremors down Carson's spine even as he rolled his AR-15 from his shoulder shaking the evenings downpour in one instantaneous gesture, and shouted "RAID NOW" "EMS READY" and bolted at the corrupted door who's cross had fallen and turned upside down some time during this night. He and his tactical unit barrelled through the door ready for a fight, but met no resistance. From room to room they sought the cause of the noise knowing that it would solve the string of disappearances, it would answer the nagging sensation in their guts that something was taking place that was ungodly. when all at once all converged on a set of stairs illuminated by flickering light with horrifying noises ascending the stairs reaching from the gut of the house to the first floor. Carson's heart beat in his ears, pounding so hard it felt like it would burst his eardrums he felt dizzy, nauseous, but he felt powerful. All the while Carson crept down the stairs leading his team his eyes moved catching every detail, the broken bottom stair, the blood that was pooling around a drain, and the increasingly loud sound of mashing. He turned the corner entering the basement with all of his men when his jaw dropped. Looking at him and his men with blood streaked faces and eyes that appeared to have been consumed by their pupils loomed, pieces of bone and flesh dangling from their mouth, and clothing soiled red and black. He could not count them, he only registered he had not brought enough men, as his stomach sank and he realized that they sensed him long before he entered the room, they sensed him on a level he could not conceive....
The abominations rushed him as Carson shouted "WHAT ARE YOU" and pulled his trigger in a moment that Rambo only dreamt of, he and his men began to chop them down with their bullets, flesh flying and coating the walls as they receded to the high ground and worked out of the house hoping to cause over crowding and make an impassable staircase and create greater distance. but they kept coming pouring onwards missing limbs with blood curdling in the midst of the their bullets, black coagulated blood glopped down to the floor as the moved on, some fell and rose again some stayed down. Carson and his team worked to the outside just about the time the candles in the basement realized they were no longer standing upright and caught the rickety wooden house ablaze consuming it with an unholy rage re purifying this once holy ground as Carson slammed the door closed and backed away....
Gasping and from a distance Carson heaved again as he saw the house going up, mystified, and exhausted he searched every corner of his mind for an explanation. He clutched his rosary around his neck, and at that moment was reconverted and fell to his knees begging God for mercy sobbing for his transgressions. People around him looked on in confusion and with such awe that they didn't immediately respond when the charred and smoldering beast leaped from the rooftop of the once glorious rectory and landed on their colleague, or when it ripped open his abdomen, and forced its misshapen charcoal digits into the sockets of what used to be Carson's eyes and bellowed "WE ARE LEGION...WE ARE MANY" until the sound of its voice was overwhelmed by Carson's 21 gun salute bringing Legion to the ground where he would never stir again...
